Nangong Chen and Jing Ao were surprised and looked into the private room. Who was that person? Or was it a child? What was this child's identity? Can this young man who didn't take them seriously be called the master?
Or that child is the child of a certain powerful sage, but when did such a person appear in Chaoyang City?
"Invite someone to come in." Han Yue Qiongying said calmly, a strange look flashed in his eyes. The person who threatened that she would never be able to recover? His courage is commendable.
Nangong Chen's eyes narrowed slightly. He seemed to have heard this voice somewhere before, but he was sure that he had never heard such a weird child's voice. It was obviously very childish, but it also conveyed a sense of coldness and was very uncoordinated.
Ye Chen turned around slowly and said expressionlessly: "Master, please come in."
After speaking, Ye Chen stood next to her again and waited.
"Your Highness, please go first." Jing Ao deliberately stepped aside and said with a bit of gloating.
"Young Master Dongfang, please go first." Nangong Chen gritted his teeth and pushed Dongfang Jingao.
"Your Highness Xie San." Jing Ao had already stepped into the private room and said reluctantly.
Nangong Chen then entered the private room. The servant was about to enter the private room to serve him and pour tea and water, but was stopped by Nangong Chen's entourage.
With a creak, the boy was shut out of the door. The boy was panicked and scared. This time he had offended the two great gods and wanted to go in and serve the two great gods to make up for it. Now even this chance is gone. It's over.
It's over.
There was still silence in the private room. Only the shouting of prices in the lobby downstairs came from outside the window, one after another, but it did not improve the atmosphere in the private room at all.
Nangong Chen and Jing Ao were both looking at the small figure in front of them. The black cloak covered his face, and the slightly drooped eyelids covered his eyes. Specifically, they saw nothing but black.
The entourage made tea, served fragrant tea to Nangong Chen and Jing Ao, and then went out to get snacks.
The room smells of tea.
"Serve tea to your Excellencies." Nangong Chen motioned to his followers.
However, Han Yue Qiongying and Ye Chen didn't react at all. Qiong Ying was still watching the auction downstairs. Ye Chen stood behind her with his head slightly lowered. He could only see her when he lowered his head. She was too young.
When Jing Ao saw Nangong Chen being cold-hearted, he laughed in his heart. The proud son of heaven, surrounded by stars, was ignored by a child. He didn't know how Nangong Chen felt.
Nangong Chen's face was a little stiff, especially when he saw Jing Ao's flat face. At the same time, he became even more curious about this weird child and strange boy.
The ordinary auction downstairs is over, followed by some heavyweight auctions, which only the nobles in the private rooms upstairs can afford.
Nangong Chen and Jing Ao also stood by the window. They seemed to be watching the auction downstairs, and they seemed to be secretly sizing up the people next to them. For some reason, they always felt that this child was very strange.
"Next is a magical weapon, the Bingyi Sword. This soft sword is made of black iron that has been buried in the ice and snow for thousands of years. It only weighs five taels, is as light as a swallow, is sharp and flexible."
The seller introduced it endlessly, and the boy slowly opened the silver box. Inside lay a crystal clear black and white soft sword. There was water mist around it, which showed how cold the sword was.
"It's a very cold sword. It's very beautiful and suitable for women."
The people downstairs stretched their necks and took a second look, because they could not afford such a sword, and even if they could afford it, they would not be able to control it.